Chapter 20

Big Black Pig, come here... I stood in the yard and waved my hand at the silly and cute Big Black Pig. Hehe, beyond my expectations. If it were usual, Big Black Pig would slip away from my mind when she heard my shouts and saw my shadow, or escaped. Today, Big Black Pig walked towards me very unexpectedly, with her thick and huge nose choked and sniffing my trouser legs, and was intimate with me without restraint.

I squatted down, gently stroked the big black pig's furry and fat forehead with my palms, and repeatedly fiddled with the shaking big black pigs. I raised my head, and my wet nose mischievously arched my arms, and my two big nostrils sprayed a choking slutty sensation

I took out a small biscuit, and the big black pig's eyes lit up, and the big mouth opened and swallowed it in. A pair of round big eyes looked at me with gratitude, and the big mouth chewed happily, making a crisp rattle.

Choked

Suddenly, dad led his uncles, either carrying a terrifying pickaxe handle, pinching a thick hemp rope, or holding a big sharp knife with a cold light, and he surrounded the big black pig with a fierce look. Dad kicked the big black pig with a rough look: Go, go quickly,

Hurry, Uncle San draws the big black pig with a thick hemp rope. Don’t be too slow, leave quickly!

Choked

The big black pig seemed to have a premonition of bad luck coming, and his life was in danger in an instant. It was unwilling to accept it. In despair, it stared at me with pitiful big eyes, choked

From the begging gaze of the big black pig, from the tight whine of the big black pig, I suddenly realized with conscience. I stood up and grabbed Uncle San, Uncle San, stop hitting it, don’t kill it, it’s so pitiful

My eldest nephew... Uncle San pushed me away impatiently. For adults, don’t join in the fun, and go play!

No! I insisted: I want to play with the big black pig, don’t kill the big black pig, I like the big black pig!

Choked

……

Let me wear my mouth apart, my father and uncles were unmoved at all, and treated the big black pig more ruthlessly. The big black pig roared in despair. I looked up and saw a thick and huge pickaxe falling from the sky ruthlessly and thrust straight on the big black pig's furry forehead that I had just touched. With a click, the big black pig hummed, and fell to the ground.

Mom I sat up in shock and a cold sweat broke out all over my body: Mom

Ouch, son, mother moved her body, son, she was sleeping again!

Big black pig, big black pig!

I grabbed my clothes, put them on my body, and jumped off the earthen kang in a dizzy way, big black pig, big black pig!

I stood in the middle of the room, and from the glass window of the door, a dim light was reflected. I followed the dim light to the door, and pushed open the door with a thud. Wow, God, what's going on in the kitchen, the mist was everywhere, my father and uncles were in a mess, and they were busy with their beards and staring at each other. Several figures were shaking terriblely in the fog, just like a group of devils dancing a carnival dance. Before I could come back to my senses, a stinking smell immediately came to my face, almost suffocating me to the ground.

Oh, my grandma's kind words came from beside me: Big grandson, why are you here? It's dirty and smelly, come into the house quickly!

Through the rolling mist, I saw my grandma squatting beside the stove, her two blood-filled dirty hands holding white pig intestines. There was a pool of stinking pig manure piled up in the ground in front of me. I had to cover my nose.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the poor black pig had already returned to the underworld. It was ruthlessly split into two pieces of red meat by the uncles, and it was erect and erect on the dirty wooden board. The bloody pig head was randomly abandoned in the middle of the house, and the pig hair and pig internal organs were thrown everywhere.

I walked to the pig's head on the floor with blood flowing blood, and looked at the bloody pig's head. My heart felt sorrowful and I couldn't help but feel sad for the big black pig: Alas, big black pig, you are so pitiful, you can never play with me again

Humph, fuck, Uncle San muttered: This kid is always fucking sentimental. He can also get along with a big black pig, but that's right

Oh, who said it was not! Grandma said with a deep feeling: Your father and I have been serving this big black pig for more than a year. Leng Ding was killed. It feels a little uncomfortable. Alas, as she said, grandma actually rolled out her sincere tears. She raised her elbow, wiped her tears in the grass, and then continued to wash the pig's intestines.

Bangbang, bangbangbang, bangbangbang!

Open the door, open the door, open the door quickly!

Suddenly, the door of the room started to ring, and everyone's hearts immediately hung in their throats, looking at each other silently, all the work in their hands paused

Bangbang, bangbangbang, bangbangbang!

Open the door, open the door, open the door quickly, we belong to the town government!

It's over... Uncle San muttered in despair: It's over, someone must have reported it, and someone from the town government has come!

Alas, grandma pulled the door bolt helplessly, and several men with a blank expression pushed the door in. The smelly meat on her face looked like the big black pig that had just been killed, without moving, revealing a terrible grease light

What's going on? A man in uniform pointed at the white pork mix, and asked with a stern expression: What's going on?

This, this, my father, a few uncles and grandma were immediately silent, and I didn’t know how to answer, and the tone of subduing the man was even more severe. Do you know the spirit of the government? It is illegal to commit suicide by pigs!

Oh, oh, my grandfather who was lying sick on the earthen kang was already scared to the point of being ashamed. He used all his strength to get up with difficulty, walked to the kang, and begged at the people: Oh, leaders and leaders, these children are young and do not understand the party’s policies. I did not educate them well and they are mine, and they are mine. If you want to deal with it, just deal with it. What do you think should be handled appropriately, and you can handle it well!

This has nothing to do with them, I asked them to do it!

Are you an accountant of Team 4? A big guy, a man in his forties, dressed in a blue Zhongshan suit, asked his grandfather: Last year, when the town government held a conference, I saw you!

Yes, I have been working in the life team for several years. Now I am sick and can no longer work for the Party or the people!

Let’s do this. Since you are more or less, you can be considered a person in the government. What do you think we will deal with this?

Anything is OK, anyway!

A young man took out a long notebook and wrote a few lines very scribbled. Then, he tore it off with a thud and handed it to grandpa's hand. Old man, this is the receipt. The day after tomorrow, he took this receipt and went to the purchasing station to get the pork money.

Thank you, grandpa took the note in fear, thank you, thank you for the government's care, thank you for the party's care!

Old man! The man in uniform said coldly: We won’t punish you. We know that your family is in difficult life, there are many children, and you are sick all year round. This matter will be taken care of for you! If you kill pigs privately and confiscate all the pork, you will not only be given a penny, but also have to be fined!

Thank you! Thank you! Grandpa nodded like pounding garlic

OK, Xiao Li, go find a carriage and take the pork away quickly!

Alas, the young man who was called Xiao Li and who just issued a receipt for his grandfather, couldn't help but frown when he heard this. It was midnight, where can I get a car?

The few people walked out of the house with a murmur and went to find a carriage to pull pork in the hazy night. Uncle San grabbed the note from his grandfather's hand. He looked at it roughly, "Oh, fuck, just give this a few money. This is not enough for feed. It's so fucking good to be a commoner, but that's right!"

Humph, my father was unwilling to be fed the fat pigs that he had worked hard to feed, so he was bought by the town government at an extremely low price. He picked up the butcher knife again and tried to mix with a piece of meat from the pork. Seeing this, my grandfather hurriedly stopped him: "Big boy, don't make trouble for me again!"

Dad had to put down the butcher knife. Grandpa closed his eyes tiredly and sighed. He saw grandpa walking back to the house and climbing back to the earthen kang. Dad quietly picked up the pig-killing knife and secretly cut a piece of meat from the pig's neck. He silently handed it to Uncle San, signaling him to hide the pork quickly.

The sick grandfather went to the Liaohe River for hundreds of days to pick pig grass and carefully raised large fat pigs. In the end, he only got a piece of pork less than two kilograms. With tears in his eyes, his grandmother used the only pork to make a dumpling for the family.

Let’s have a meal, grandma wiped her sad tears and urged everyone: Eat quickly, eat while it’s hot!

Everyone sat listlessly at the dining table. My mother took my hand and sat at the table. Grandma pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of my mother, but my mother shook her head coldly, "No, I don't need this!" As she said that, my mother took out two exquisite porcelain bowls and two pairs of shiny chopsticks from her bag. Lao Zhang, give me some rinse!

Dad took my mother's bowls and chopsticks, walked to the kitchen, scooped clean water, and washed it hard. When Dad returned the washed bowls and chopsticks to his mother's hands, Mom took out a small white handkerchief and wiped it repeatedly, and then put it in front of me: Son, be hygienic when eating, otherwise you will get sick!

Humph, the second uncle cast a disdainful look at my mother. When did my sister-in-law learn to be so particular? When she entered the city and lived in a building, she became a noble person!

Yes, Uncle San said: We are old farmers, we are rough and don’t know anything, but we can eat whatever we should eat, it’s not clean and we won’t get sick after eating!

Hush, the old lady whispered: What's wrong with it? Isn't it just to stay in the city for a few more days? Thinking about it, didn't you get out of our knots at the beginning? Hush Hush

Mom turned a blind eye to the uncles' sarcasm and mockery, and tasted the fragrant and hot pork steamed dumplings as if nothing had happened. While chewing, she also carefully savored: The meat filling is too light and there is less oil!

Hehe, the old uncle sneered: I still think it’s too little, it’s good to put it in oil!

After eating the dumplings, my mother personally cooked and washed her dishes, then carefully stuffed them back into her bag. Then she carried the dirty clothes she had changed and walked to the stove. Oh, looking at the big black iron pot, my mother frowned. This was full of oil, and the hot water from the boiled can wash clothes!

My mother turned around and saw a washbasin. She scooped a basin of clean water and put it on a large black pot. Then she prepared to light the fire and boil the water. However, my mother couldn't find anything and was spinning around aimlessly in front of the stove. Well, matches?

Oh, grandma hurried over and took out a box of matches, you want to get the lights, here!

Hehe, when I heard grandma's words, I laughed out loud: Get the lamp, get the lamp, grandma, why is the match called getting the lamp?

Oh, grandma replied absent-mindedly: I don’t know, our lumps are all called that. Seeing my mother clumsyly scratching the matches, grandma took them over, come on, I’ll boil water for you

Looking at the basin of the water stacked on the iron pot, grandma muttered: How can this boil water? How much firewood is needed! Grandma muttered, while pulling the lid of the big pot to press it on the iron pot. Mom hurriedly stopped it and said: Don't... don't, don't press it! The lid of this pot is full of oil, and when boiling water, it has to flow into the clean water. Don't, don't press it,

Alas, when I heard my mother's words, my grandmother sighed and filled the stove with precious firewood and grass reluctantly. I knew very well that these firewood were grandmother and uncle carrying iron picks, facing the wind and snow. On the vast wasteland, one pick-up to one pick-up, one pick-up to dig out the hard ridges, took out the corn rhizomes inside, and then smashed the soil on it. After drying, it was used to boil water, cook rice, and keep warm.

On weekdays, my grandma is very frugal with firewood. She has to carefully consider how many corn roots and stems burned in each meal. Today I bet that my mother can easily consume my grandma's family's firewood for a day by washing a piece of clothing.

The basin placed on the iron pot finally came out of the steam. My mother scooped it away with satisfaction, and then added cold water. So, grandma had to continue filling the stove with firewood endlessly.

Bang!

After scooping the hot water from the washbasin again, I filled it with cold water, and then threw my dirty underwear into the basin just now. Mom, the first time I heard my mother call her grandma, this time, I have to add more firewood and boil the water so that it can be disinfected and sterilized!

Alas, grandma sighed with a sad face, I have lived so old that I have never seen such a thing before. I cook my pants in the cooking pot, alas...

At night, my mother suddenly wanted to defecate. She pushed open the door and immediately got back into the room by the biting cold wind. She pushed her father angrily, "This, this, this, how can I go to the bathroom in such a cold day!"

Then, what do you think? Dad asked back

Humph, when she heard my father's words, my mother didn't say anything. She turned around, walked out of the house and came to the kitchen. I heard a thud. After a while, my mother finally walked back to the house with satisfaction, panting evenly and happy. She pushed her father again, went, and poured out the potty!

Ah!... When I heard my mother's words, my father looked at her in surprise, why are you defecating in the kitchen?

Humph, my mother crawled into the bed disapprovingly. If she was not in the kitchen, where could she be? If she went outside, she could freeze her butt!

Alas, you, you! Dad sighed with a frown, you are so embarrassed!